The day before yesterday, I went out to buy melons on the street, it was hot, the sun was burning on the road, the heat was so hot, it wasn't a bit cold, it was too hot for me to get over it, I was ready to buy a watermelon to put up a fridge and enjoy a little bit of the sweet melon when I got home from work, and then I saw a little doggy napping in the green shade by the road, as if that warm weather was like five of its officials. At this point, I think it's good to be a dog, but if you don't have to be a stray dog, it's a problem to eat well.
And if I were born in a house that was so popular to the master, I would say beautiful but beautiful, when I came home with the melon that I sold, when I saw a roadman with some sleeping little stray dog in the pit that had been built by the road, and the baby was already sleeping under a tree, and this one woke up immediately, but the roadman was too fast, and it didn't wait for him to tell me, and it was already thrown in, and what it looked like, and the roadman, for example, didn't produce anything, and did what he didn't care about, so I thought the master was insane.
And then I saw the dog in the pit, and then the baby was waiting for help, and I couldn't help but try to find out who the dog was, because I had no other special tools, and I had to get my hands out of it, and I had to get my hands out of it, and it was all over my clothes and pants, but I saw the dog standing right in front of me, and I felt like I was thinking about it, and my clothes were dirty and my pants were clean, but the dog was different, and it was only one life.
If you don't save it, it's a hell of a day to talk about it again. If it's too hot to talk, it'll be hard for me to get killed in the middle of the day. I was thinking, it's not worth it to people, but it's the only life for a dog, and maybe his little power can save a dog's life.